"I almost had you!" Brian called out, slowly getting to his feet. His freckled face was covered in sweat, but he wore a toothy grin.
"You think you'd beat me with those short legs?" Ken scoffed.
Brian grinned, "I'll get you one of these days." He then turned to Steve who was still on the floor, an arrogant expression now on his face, "It's too easy to beat this guy."
"Y—You bastard." Steve huffed, "You didn't beat me. We were tied!"
"Yeah, yeah." Brian retorted, quickly losing interest. "What are we doing next? I've still got some energy to burn."
Ken saw Steve's face turn even more red with subdued rage and couldn't help but laugh inwardly. He shook his head, "We're heading to Virginia tomorrow for the first game of the season, you should consider resting and recovering since you're starting."
"Ah, boring~" Brian retorted.
"Just don't let us down in the first game of the season." Ken said, placing his hand on the guys shoulder.
